Love
When we're children
we're able to convince ourselves that the ground is lava, and if we touch it
we'll get burned
as we get older we say, "well maybe we can touch it just this once"
once
twice
three times
eventually we forget that there was danger at all
and by the time we remember
Only Ash Remains
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